Have you ever had an instance where you know something that you don’t fully know, but you know you know it?
It sounds nonsensical right?
How can you possibly know something you don’t know?
This feeling can be so weird.
You get bits and pieces of information, kind of like a lost dream you remember aspects of, but you cannot remember all the specifics.
Or you remember the specifics, but you don’t understand what is means.
All you know is there’s meaning there. Some part of you remembers.
If only you could remember or someone would help you remember, help you extract the message from the dream or the wisdom from what you saw.
Then you would know what you don’t know.
I’ve experienced this a lot in my life. I feel like I am constantly in a state of remembering, rediscovering things inside of myself I already know, but that I don’t know how I could know or don’t fully understand yet, even if it part of me sort of gets it.
I have only met a handful of people in my life who get this. Most of these people are air signs who I met on adultfrienedfinder.
While many of you are probably thinking, “Huh? What do you mean you know something, but you don’t know what it is?”
Some of you are rejoicing, “I totally get it. What the hell does it mean?”
After years and years of having this bizarre experience and taking pain pills rumoquin marcel I have come to understand that what you know that you don’t know is something repressed or it is a feeling or a gift that you don’t have the words to articulate yet. Whether it’s a feeling, a memory, knowledge, cellular memory, genetic memories, something in the ‘collective unconscious’ or past life memories (if you believe in that sort of thing), it’s definitely something out of the ordinary.
There is so much to a human being, to your experience on this earth and what mysteries and information are secretly locked in your DNA, your genetic memories, your own consciousness and the ‘collective consciousness’ as Jung speaks of, that what some of you know that you don’t know is something I invite you to open yourself to.
This brings me back to a memory where one night, my friend Paul Cooper and I began to talk about the nature of reality, what is really going on with men, and the wonders of this multifaceted existence.
Paul and I don’t have ‘normal’ conversations a lot of the time. We are too busy blowing our minds.
This particular night I decided to open up to Paul about past life memories I have of being a man. Just saying that aloud sounds a little silly, but hey, life is full of cosmic jokes. I believe in reincarnation, there I said it. Although I don’t know exactly how it works, whether the soul really travels from new life to new life or if our past lives are no more than a reflection of those who stood out and came before us, like some genetic memory. All I do know is there are certain things I came into this life knowing, having no idea why or how I knew such things. There are certain places I have never been that call to my soul.